Dear God, I never ever do acknowledge you. For to acknowledge you is to treat you as a thing, and to treat you as a thing is to constrain your infinite character. And then, you are no longer God, but something else; of the fanatical imagination. It’s like the bird trying to chase its shadow; we chase you to no end. Often, the question is asked: Do you know God? The answer should always be obvious. Whoever tells you something else is being lied to by their heart. What then is the nature of faith? Belief? But does not belief require an object of attention? You are not an object; you are everything and nothing.